I see her
Tubed up and drugged
Up where
She's telling me
She loves me
But I see she's somewhere
Else.

Anxiety of her
Own self.
Who could blame her?

The roads we've walked before
Is the same as that meteor shower
Haling from above
Without any kind shove
And what you've got what you wish forever more;
Fragile as a dove;
Delicate as imagined love.

Take real life
And paint it.
Let it rain on top of you
Like hail
In the Spring
Unsuspecting and
Unknown.

She told me there
Was nothing to worry about,
Yet then,
The story took a turn
For the worst.

The young go to battle
For they think
Death will never
Cross their path.

A bullet sails grazing
Just like they say it does
In Time
Magazine.

You know...it pays to worry
Every now and again.

Have you ever read  Céline?

It's ironic,
When you hate life,
And He lays in strife because of life,
Yet are so protective
Of life
When you realize it is your own.

Lord knows,
He knows,
She knows,
You know that without life
One would be
Without it.

Oh' then,
Who then,
Who would we
Be then?
If the golden hen never
Told us to wake, no,
Never told us to wake.
Who would we be then
If the naked sun never set or the
Shallow moon never set?

Kel:
You are the love of my life.
I'd go round the world as long as I could be
Your howling hound.
You make the sound and I'll
Be your pound.
Grant me the notes and I will tote
Your grievances, your mishaps, your mistakes, for I'll
Only smile, sometimes in ill confidence, taking yours as mine
And mine as yours; taking you in like honey dew in the
Spring time, bees buzzing like a thousand and one dimes.
A bell behind the mirror; a prayer behind the box; a thousand years from now when we're dead and buried, we'll still talk.

Yeah, babe,
We'll still

Talk.